CHATTABOX

Good day my dear Bloggets. How are we all today? Me? Thanks for asking, I’m good. Nothing different, apart from filling my Christmas calendar up nicely, this is a good thing but not much rest for Hub. He thinks he will be on standby for work over Christmas, but not Christmas day. We still have to make plans to see the girls and Hubs family. His Dad and brothers. But not sure when as really weekends are almost booked up. Funny isn’t it how everyone gets together at Christmas? I mean, it’s probably one of two things, one because that is the time mutually when we all have holidays off work and two exchanging gifts.  I will never forget those who will be on their own though and will not stop writing over the holiday for you, as I have been in your situations and who knows our future? I mean, on Christmas day, it is very quiet here, but that is how we like it. It’s a time to reflect, but whilst reflecting, I am ready to at least put my hand on the handle of life’s new doors.

 

My dear friend Julie is coming next weekend. The following weekend we are off to visit school friends of ours. Most of us have been friends for forty years, that’s scary considering I’m only (32)

Hehehehehe

Well, Hub is eight months younger than me but he has known some of our friends longer, because he was sent away to boarding school at three bless him.

 

I can’t even imagine that. Starting school under the age of four or five is bad enough, but three and sleeping away from home?

 

Thank goodness blind and partially sighted children are not forced now to go to boarding school. Though take my Husband, he had a fantastic education at his second school. Sadly as I have written about before, I wasn’t allowed to do that because I went to Russia for eye treatment and meant leaving the school I was to go to for up to three months a year and it wasn’t like we could arrange it around the holidays, because in those days, you were welcomed into Russia when they said so.

 

Some families now can still send their V.I.P children to boarding school, and they are so different now days, but to be honest, they are still away from home. I don’t think any child should be away from home. From their own beds. OK, they will receive a much better education, so for their future careers, boarding schools may be better but I don’t know one person who went to boarding school who has not been affected by their youth.

 

Schools now welcome children with sight loss, but what they learn isn’t half as much as what they will learn in a school which specialises for their requirements, for some parents, it’s a no brainer, but for me, I would have to put my child into a school at home and if I had to pay for extra education, as far as teaching Braille or pay for a reader, then so be it. To kiss your child before bed each night, to be there when they have nightmares, or when their little tummy’s hurt, is vital.

 

I absolutely hated boarding school. For a lot of my friends, they turned to drink, they are on depression pills, seeking some kind of help in other ways and some I know turned to drugs and crime. My Husband and I as well as some of our friends, just turned to each other. We had and have a bond that is deeply rooted.

 

We all were in the same boat, all rowing together, sometimes fighting against the current of the cruel seas, which came crashing against our boat, crippling our minds and tried to drown our souls.

  

But we lived to tell the tail, though me personally will never forget those years, but I don’t lay awake now at nights with vivid reoccurring images of the hell back then. May be for two reasons, one to remember anything in image now is becoming more difficult in fact only the past few months, I realise I am now not seeing in my dreams. Is this sad? Actually no, not really, now if you had told me this would happen last year, I would have been devastated, but it’s OK. Two, I’m healing. Far from throwing away my bandages, but using less of them.

 

But I will never forgive the evil which went on in my schools and always remember the goodness. Not all was bad, some teachers were wonderful. A couple of house staff, but not that many and as for the kids? Fabulous. Of course I ended up marrying one of them…. As a man of course, but as a child, I loved him so much. My destiny was meant to be with my Husband. I know this now, just wish I knew it way back then.

 

Hub and I are going to visit our friends Vivi and John too, and I hope to see Yvonne whilst there, but she said if she is not back from her families down south, she will visit us some point in the holidays. Then we are off to visit my brother, sister in law nieces, partners and my great Nieces and nephews. Heck. I’m a great aunty? Makes me sound so much older than 32?

Stop it?

 

Then off to my dear little friend Trix, like man, hanz and family. In that time I have a speech to make, some poetry to write for people and Doctors to visit and dentists as well as spending time with local friends, but don’t think that is typical of my life as it’s for sure not. Quite the opposite.

 

Poor hub hasn’t got much time off work; he will need a holiday after all of this…

 

He is doing more interviews today, after this he has two more positions to fill, I thought he was full, but no, he is employing more. Oh I can’t tell you how proud I am of him at work. He is just making sense in an organisation that has been capable of not making much sense to me in the past. His team are go getters not in the climbing the ladder sense, but as in doers, rather than burying their heads in paperwork, which has been expected of them in the past.

 

He really has a great team and says the atmosphere in the office now is wonderful and they are starting to see over the hills. The obstacles he faced when first joining the organisation, are being battered down and blind people are starting to get the help they need. So let’s hope it continues and he will be allowed to continue doing things his way?

 

I should go to the shop for bread, but I just can’t. Why? Because I’m weak. I mean its madness. It’s not raining, but just to put my foot over that door is so difficult. Tomorrow, I will have to go no matter what. See, I’m a wimp. Oh I dream of one day being able to see and just go out. Without a care.

 

I have cleaned the kitchen today, but have tea to do later.  The boys are having minced steak today with onion, carrots and mash potato. I wanted to do dumplings but not sure which is plain and what is self-razing flour… Silly I should do something sensible like put some tape on one of them, but knowing me, I would forget which one was which…

 

If teen is in at fiveish, I can still throw some dumplings together, but I think he will be out as normally Thursdays, he’s late home.

 

Oh funny story about him in a mo. Jo.

 

Last night for tea, oh it was delicious. I really can’t tell you how much I enjoyed my meal. You know my eating habits are dreadful; I just don’t eat anything hot… But last night, I made a baked potato. Firstly in the microwave then finished it off in the oven with some olive oil on top to crisp it up. Hub kindly made me a gorgeous bean stew a couple of days ago to make me eat. So I put the last of that on my potatoes it was all kinds of beans in a sauce then grated cheese on top. Hub had the same and I did the same potato for teen, but he just had cheese on as he had chicken with his. Then I made a huge lovely salad. Oh that was the nicest thing I have eaten for ages. All kinds of leaves, with again a drizzle of extra virgin oil baby tomatoes, cucumber, salad onions, radish peppers sundry tomatoes and Mozzarella cheese. It was amazing. For me tonight? Hmm. No stew left… But will eat something as the past week, I have really felt so much better with eating, now haven’t got on the scales yet!!!

 

OK, I have chatted so much my jaw is hurting. Hahahaha. Well, my fingers are tightening up with typing. I have some phone calls to make and see to the dogs. I have the two of them home today.

I will tell you that story about teen in my next blog.

 

Birds are singing in my garden, as I am in the conservatory. Ihope they are eating the food I put out for them a couple of days ago? I will ask teen to see if he can see any that has gone. I’m using a bird station, no it’s not the local radio station for the birdies, but a metal post with baskets and trays on for birds.

 

It’s great, It is exactly where I know how to get to it. At my other house, we had a bird table, but I never knew where my ex put it, so used to go out with food for the birds and come back in with it! hhahahahaha.

Now I know  where it is, just don’t fancy feeling the trays, yack.

 

Later gators. X